"Has this unseasonable cold hindered your pilgrimage any" Dron asks, drinking what's left of his wine.
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"I would speak of journeys. I have travelled many miles to be here tonight and I hope I'll travel many more before I am called to Desna. Getting people to where they are going is my calling, as seeing to passions both pleasant and otherwise is yours. Tell me Zellia, have you travelled far to be here?"
I'd heard Heldren was supposed to be a sleepy little town,
Dron excuses himself to Terance and walks over to the bartender. "I find myself between jobs at the moment. Do you know of anywhere in town a guide could find work? There seems to be many travelers in town this night."
"A ways north, but still south of the Crown. It's been many years since I last saw it." Dron's voice seems to trail off and his eyes lose their warmth for a moment.
"I too have travelled far from home." Dron sips his wine and regards the young Taldan. "A name can be a heavy burden to carry."
"So you did, this unusual weather has me distracted. My apology Terrance Cavendish."Dron says sheepishly. "What does it mean?"
"My name is Dron Farwalker." He extends his hand to the young cavalier, "And yours?"
"I'm afraid not my young friend, I'm newly arrived and between work myself." He gestures to an empty seat at the table. "But sit, enjoy the wine and music and maybe Desna will gift us with some good fortune."
A smiling Kellid enters the tavern, two skinned rabbits slung over his shoulder. "For your stewpot," he offers, "and If I might trouble you for some wine in exchange?" He is dressed appropriately for the recent weather, and also wears a battleaxe and shortbow comforably across his back and several knives at his waist. His dark, sunbronzed skin is scarred in places, but the steel grey eyes are warm and full of humor. He nods pleasantly to anyone making eye contact.
D'oh, a thousand apologies. Think I fixed it. Added one too many to Wisdom.
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